A year later.....

Medicine is a humbling career to choose. You become endowed with so much knowledge that you can’t help but feel like your head is constantly on display to be “pimped". While at the same time every little thing you read shows how little you really know. Every new word opens another thousand new doors that never before existed. It reminds me of the book “A Wrinkle in Time”. A world that exists outside the realm of normal.

At moments you’re privy to things other people will never get to experience. Other times you feel hampered by those exact experiences. Watching the new freshman class transition into this world so unfamiliar to them yet so familiar to us is nostalgic.

I remember being that scared student trying to figure out my rostral end from my caudal (or is cranial from sacral). Learning words like proximal and distal thinking to myself I wish I had taken medicine as a foreign language in high school instead of four years of Latin. But as the semesters flip like a rolodex everything starts to become ingrained. Before you know it, the climb up the once Mt. "I can't even begin to see the summit" has hiking trails set up with guides and arrows. The fog has cleared just enough for you to see a flag wafting in the wind with M.D written on it. Only about two more years of avalanches and storms left to avoid, then the real work begins.